Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 156: Each for His Master, Part 1
"Lucius is missing."

In the Chaos Space Marines' temple, decay and plague even took root in the metal and machinery. The vents blew light green spores, and the turbid air was enough to suffocate ordinary people.

A Chaos Lord stood beside his throne, looking at Dragan sternly, as if accusing him of recklessness and stupidity.

He is Typhons, the Plague Lord, leader of the Death Guard, and the only one since their Primarch powerful enough to do so.

His armor was dark green and hideous, with countless swollen bubbles wriggling on it as if breathing. His helmet had sharp and long green rotten horns, like a zombie rhino.

Now Dragan knelt on the ground, expressing his obedience to his Chaos Lord.

Typhons, his heavy voice was like that of a drowned man, making Dragan feel his blood run cold, but Dragan answered calmly.

"What have I done wrong, my Lord?"

Typhon laughed self-deprecatingly. "What's the matter? If you think your little tricks can be hidden from others? You're totally wrong!"

"I recruited you for that very purpose. We all know that you have fought alongside and against that loyalist. Many of my brothers also understand that you share a so-called sense of destiny with him."

"To be honest, you look a lot like our Primarch." This sentence should be a compliment.

"As reliable, brave, and powerful as he is, a new warrior who has defeated many Chaos Lords."

"But you have the same shortcoming as him, a huge shortcoming."

"You believe in so-called fate as much as he does." His mocking tone became a little heavier.

"You are the only one who has had contact with the Imperial Guard. Now that Lucius has disappeared, his soldiers report that the Imperials have sealed him away..."

There was a hint of joy in this sentence?

Dragan was a little unsure.

But while he was still thinking, the door of the temple was opened.

Soldiers from two legions, the Iron Warriors and the Emperor's Children, walked in.

They came uninvited, carrying weapons, some even fully armed. There were about 20 of them each, which was not a small number.

There were faint traces of blood on their chainsaw swords, obviously a conflict had taken place.

This annoyed Typhons, who demanded, "If Warsmith Honso can't control his dog, I can teach you a lesson in manners."

The Emperor's Children warrior replied angrily.

"It was your people who killed Lucius."

Typhon drew his own weapon, the Human Reaper, and replied gravely, "I say he deserves death."

It was a huge, even spectacular sickle, which made the warriors feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.

He swung the weapon, psychic energy surging from the blade, cleaving the reckless Emperor's Child in two in a split second.

The other Marines opened fire on him, but it only caused slime to seep from his armour.

Typhon felt a stinging pain. His armor had become one with him thousands of years ago, and now those guys' counterattacks were just irritating the tiger.

He rushed forward, wanting to tear those guys to pieces, but a pitch-black power axe suddenly interrupted this one-sided massacre.

The newcomer was wearing heavy black power armor, his face had the toughness of an Imperial Fists, but his body was covered in black and silver equipment like an Iron Warrior.

His left hand was a strange silver-white metallic texture, without armor, and covered in living metal like the legendary Primarch Ferrus.

His name is Honso, the Warsmith of the Iron Warriors and a Chaos Lord shining like a rising star. His face is ferocious, as if he wants to tear ancient Typhon into pieces.

Taifeng said angrily. "Hongsuo, how dare you have the nerve to step into the temple of our loving father?"

"If it weren't for your failure, things wouldn't have been like this."

"This fortress should have gone to Cadia long ago!"

Hong Suo looked at Dragan kneeling on the ground with a look of disappointment that stung the soldier. At the same time, Hong Suo said sternly.

"Failure? Who tipped off the authorities? Whose territory revealed a mortal rebellion? Who discovered a massive invasion of Imperial Guards?"

"You Death Guard keep saying you're working for the Black Crusade, but your inner calculations haven't stopped. Now you've recruited Dragan into the Temple, isn't it to protect him?"

Typhon put away his weapon and walked towards Dragan.

"Yes, this is the Death Guard's fault, so I will handle it." His tone was extremely cold.

Now, his huge body was full of oppression. He moved slowly, but quickly and heavily. He walked to the kneeling Dragan and grabbed his shoulders.

He said, "Do you ever regret what you did?"

Dragan shook his head.

"You know what? You've ruined a grand plan." Typhon asked seriously.

Dragan nodded.

The two of them were silent for a while, and then Typhons exerted his strength to lift up the huge Dragan, as if he could throw Dragan to death in an instant!

But his body bent, like a tight spring, and he turned around, throwing Dragan out, hitting the open gate of the temple like a cannonball.

Hong Suo shouted angrily. "Taifeng! You still want to protect him!"

Typhon raised his weapon and grasped Honsou. "So what? We Death Guard would never kill our brothers, and you Iron Warriors are just a pack of hyenas gathered for profit."

"You don't think the Emperor's Children can achieve any victory without Lucius, do you?"

"Or do you want to try the Death Guard's famous protracted battle?"

Honso angrily dropped his weapon and watched Dragan walk away. He smiled and said, "But so what? The death of a Space Marine is nothing in this fortress."

"You, Taifeng, can protect him for a while, but how can you protect him forever?"

He took his brothers away, leaving the temple empty and messy. Typhon sighed, sat back on his throne, and realized deeply.

As the gears of fate move forward, no one can stop it. Even if you are broken into pieces, you cannot escape the call of fate.

He closed his eyes tiredly and began to think about the fall of Cadia in his mind, and at the same time he didn't want to care about that bastard Dragan anymore.

Taylor is now watching Roglo from his camp.

He now feels like he has eaten an evil Chaos Lord alive, and he doesn't know if he will turn into Lucius. During this period of time, Taylor plans to observe this brother more.

Although the iron man emphasized that Lucius was being imprisoned by him and humorously described himself as a cage, Taylor was still worried.

After all, they didn't actually kill the guy.

But when you think about it, he's not psychic or good at programming. Taylor is just a guy who can shoot.

Nothing else.

A little distressed, he picked up the hot can and pried the thing open. There was no fresh material here.

Miss Lightlin is also a good cook who can't cook without rice. Now it seems that the canned food will cause him to suffer work-related injuries.

The Ministry of Military Affairs and the Inquisition should give him more money!
He cursed inwardly until a strange noise came from the radio.

It was a heavy and familiar breathing, with a hint of fear and uneasiness. Taylor asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

The other party replied. "I am Dragan, your enemy, and now, we may fight side by side again."

"To make those guys pay the price!"

(End of this chapter)